"Loosen up, dweeb. Not every day do you have a hot, funny, wild girl asking you to party with her." Terra put a hand on her hip. "Yeah, if being hot means you're the back end of a porcupine, then consider me baffled." Mason replied smugly. Terra Miller is a socialite. She's got the looks, the smarts, the talent, and all the fun and rowdiness a normal, popular, egotistical eighteen year old. Mason Scott is the opposite, on most parts. Terra's definition? He's cute, too smart, too talented, never goes to parties, never loosens up, no free liberty, too involved in grades, unpopular, and probably the nicest person she's ever met. And he has absolutely no street smarts. Their lives collide at a robbery, and that leads to a certain thing that the word rhymes with "grape". He saved her life, and she it forever his friend. Out of any social event, that is. They both hate each other with a loathing so rich, their relationship suddenly turns into a math problem (Mason's words). Ever heard of "opposites attract"? These two negatives collide in a world like no other, and they become a giant, big, positive, plus sign. Also Mason's words. Copyright~Marceline485
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